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Nephew Reflections

A cluster of memories
from teenage holidays
have faded
to diamond sparkles,
mind media moments
only possible through
childhood time in Alexandra.

Armstrong Sydney car
a tired family pass on
relic in backyard
of aunty and uncle’s Bantry St property,
Weeks of Alex sunshine
Summer picking cherries and apricots
waiting for school certificate
results to be posted in newspaper,
Jaffas rolling down
between wooden floor
tiered seating in movie theatre
Those days when you
stood for ‘God save the Queen’
Tock ticketty tock
the orange candy balls bounce
to the threats from the
Projector theatre owner
“I’ll stop the movie if you
kids don’t stop!”

Winter action
Manorburn ice rink
skates cutting white lines
close to frozen reed banks
Avoiding danger signposted areas,
Christmas feasts and summer freedom
All made possible
by an uncle and aunt;
scout leaders and supporters
Tupperware diva and tanker driver
Wardrobe designer actor and mechanical fixer
Vodka and whiskey choices
Community developers,
Graeme - Slick hair, glasses,
a running-deep solid guy
Lois - Cigarette smiles, fiery eye twinkles, jokes, love and raspy laugh.

Lois and Graeme
I honour these two
living on
in the facets of my
flashback reflections,
in the life of us all.

Starting Thoughts: Written to honour a great Auntie and Uncle of mine who were amazing community supporters in their local town and also providers of accommodation for holidays in my fruit picking days as a teenager.
Poem Topic Tags: #celebration, death, family, honor, honour, memories, personal, remembrance, teenage, youth
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Remembrance spoken word for a special uncle and aunt

Race Fun

Dad stuff is fun,
this morning
petrol fumes, shuddering rubber tyres
brake and accelerate,
smooth lines to corners,
not quite in my rhythm,
finally the son could raise
his arms in triumph
as his go kart 
snuck inside 
the wheels of my kart
and sped to the lead,
He yells to the warehouse,
to family history,
to his ongoing life,
I have beaten the old man,
fair and square.
“I felt in the zone
like it was going to be my day,”
he banters
in the car on the way home,
I have to rejoin,
“Only one out of five”
in the epic battles
scattered through our time
growing family together, changing together -
But I did go down!

Starting Thoughts: Little moments become part of growing up, of independence, of taking up the mantle of the previous generation. And they involve pain and celebration at the same time!
Poem Topic Tags:
#ageing, #children, #entertainment, #family, #father, #fun, #older, #race, #ritesofpassage
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Rites of passage, moments in time of passing or taking the torch in fun. Spoken Word Poem.

Reverso Poetry

Pickup
hot chips
Cruising the
tar black road
Eating

Eating
Tar black road
Cruising the
hot chips
Pickup
Death
danger threats
for brave hearts
failure moment
exert again
Win life’s prize.

Win life’s prize
exert again
failure moment
for brave hearts
danger threats
Death.

Given Away

Years rim her eyes
Tears creep achingly
Surrounding thoughts of past,
Her child given away in pain,
hope's chance,
Now struggling
in adopted family.
Lost to life beyond
Given away separation.

Cuts of rejection,
truth mixed in
life's sewage.

---CHANGE---
Yanks present tense
into future hope...

A startling phone call,
hopeful letter,
proposed tentative visit
newness explored,
fears crazily mix
into possibility dreams.

---CHANGE---
Time kaleidoscopes
past thoughts to today’s
encounter,
Mother hugs transformed baby
Father embraces grown infant
Siblings discover each other
Lost has found
happiness tears,
treasured hugs
tucking of hair behind ear,
shared laughs and
silent peace moments,
now anything
seems possible.

---CHANGE---
Hear the call,
You are
Adopted
sons and daughters,
Afflictions, pain
paid for in
cross dragged hours,
He has sought you,
Run to you,
You are Adored
forever completely
deeply
in Jesus’
resurrection love.
Adoption Christian Poem

Dad's Garden

In my dream thoughts
the traveller was out,
strolling in
the trees of the world
the forest of human life
Sensations of sunlight
smells of nature's wood,
almost spellbound in
the pictures created
in his mind.
As he walked
he came across a garden
nestled in a meadow clearing.
The garden was a
fascination of colours,
vibrancy and marvels,
the traveller pondered on how
it was so wonderful,
and he noticed the gardener.
An old man
dressed in an overcoat
with a crumpled hat,
tenderly touching
caring for each plant.
"Excuse me sir, can you tell
me the secret of your garden?"
The old gardener turned
and the traveller saw
a frail face
of wrinkles that showed
years of service, care and pain,
he noticed the friendly blue eyes
behind the glasses, nose perched.
The gardener smiled at the visitor
welcomed him and replied,
"This garden is beautiful
because....well.... God gave
the sunlight, rain and soil
and I planted a few seeds."
He then turned to 
continue working
but paused, thinking,
"You can create Christ's gardens 
of love. I tell you...  they are the lasting ones"
The traveller noticed
a dimming
a wearying around the gardener
and he faded, disappeared, gone forever.

And the traveller walked home
But each year he returned
finding that as time passed
the garden was growing 
more beautiful,
wild but ordered
as if tended by
unseen hands,
and somehow the traveller
knew God's plan;
sensed a connection to futures.
The traveller brought some seeds 
on his next journey,
scattered them
adding to garden generations
adding to dreams and desires
adding to fragrance and fun
adding to love and life.

In my dream thoughts
the gardener was Dad
The traveller was myself
Or maybe you.

Starting Thoughts: We learn a lot about ourselves and others when a family member dies. Memories of them evolve over time. Death is real but so is legacy and generational blessing.
Poem Topic Tags:
#dad, #death, #family, #father, #fruit, #garden, #generations, #personal
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Death of a family member - memories in poetry Spoken Word
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